F.T.G.

Ayy, f*ck the government Tryna disrupt my reaches Ayy, money scans can discuss with leeches One hand wash the other hand That's the thesis Why they hands out when my count increases? I can't understand a man who Ain't tryna be shit all my life I been strivin' for new achievements Yeah, best believe, my hustle is Medellín My struggle is everything I'm subtle with everything I run it in every scene, distinguished Even when liquor spilt on me Speakin' broken English My vision is pure, my light It cannot be extinguished I pictured this now when I Was only a delinquent Can't f*ck with nobody who Motivation are relinquished And more people I meet The more I realize that it's frequent Y'all really need to skip The sob, picture God, go get a job Realize that the only thing stoppin' You from a lot Is your own mind, own thoughts It's in a knot Voices inside your head, whisperin' Never stop and it's always negative It's a wrist in the pot Even when it make somethin' There's a twist in the plot Can't tell the difference know 'tween A bitch and a thot 'tween the real gang bangers and The pussies who flock Internet got you tryin' to Be somethin' you not and it's only goin' up Feel like it never stop I'd rather die real Y'all should clap for my victory lap Now stand still If I don't speak the shit from my heart What do I feel? If all I do is mumble on tracks What's my appeal? If all I talk about is My racks and bein' real And make you love money, you jacked It get you killed And what's the point of grabbin' This mic and tryna build? My voice meant to shake up your life That's why I'm skilled I smoke a lot of weed My momma say I should chill I'm dealin' with victories and Life with plenty seals People lookin' at me with eyes They gotta share They see me as a blue dollar sign Acquired deals They me as an opportune moment to make mills So how the f*ck do I Find time that's tranquil? Pressure like that bring average Man to a standstill the weight the world all On shoulder like anvils I'm droppin' it off, meditation My lifestyle is, this my generation Lookin' off at my mind state There's no limitations Even when I had MySpace I was pushin' greatness We try to make this music because If people can listen to This music like you see them Today, it won't be viable, it won't live on You understand? Today, it's something like Disposable music cannot fall for that trap The music must have spirituality, that is What the founding fathers intended, this Music's only sixty years old okay Too quick there's more to it Than that it's entertainment, yes, so I would never knock it, i would never Go down sayin' nothin' 'bout what some Of my brothers might do to Earn them bread but the foundation of The music must be kept And the moral standard of the music Must be kept as well